Rainbows: Material
Rainbows are tough.
They travel one hundred
and fifty million kilometers,
from the sun to countless droplets.
Impersonal. So precise it aches a little.
The light doesn’t bend for us.
I feel so many things for you.
The ones that belong to me,
the ones where I try to see you,
though I may never know if I do.
And everything in between.
The rainbows. The flags. The fags.
And the power we fight for.
I didn’t know being held
could feel so good.
I feel so strongly for you
that it presses from the inside out.
So when you held me so tightly,
and my scars ached a little,
my body fell quiet for a few seconds.
A peace that feels eternal.